messenger of the gods – we refuse to listen

50 million years ago
whale decided to give up his legs
returning back into the sea

now dreaming of shoes
nightmare black boots
running from the harpoon cannons

deep down below the surface
tiny pelvic bones and legs
imbedded in the muscle fibers

across the kelp beds
(phosphorescent green)
hunters with appetites, call for more research
from the decks of their slaughterhouse
factories on the high seas
flashing knives in the cool blue light
flaying
pods with industrial precision

eating out of ignorance
concentrations of mercury
and other heavy metals
off azure-sky dinner plates
a floating melancholy
on the tops of blood soaked seas

slicing the sea of song – one bite size at a time

(void of environmental regulations)
the circle of contamination closes
to connect the poison path
right back to the perpetrator

the modern man

; receive this day, the primal pleasure
the taste
of whale flesh
quicksilver on the tongue

more research has yet to be done
in the land of the rising sun
while the rest of the world suffers
from emotional